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Beyond Words (Chapter 2)

In another dimension and over 30,000 years away in space-time from Earth, Earth’s coming challenges were about to be indirectly sensed by the biped Creon known verbally as “star.”

Another biped like being, Red, who was also a Creon, could have been recognized as a possible descendent of humanity from his physical similarities to human form; but, that original humanoid form had vanished from his land nearly 30,000 years ago and was no longer of any historical significance. Red could also have spoken with his remaining vestigial vocal chords but that would have been a frustrating and pointless waste of time. His name was not spoken it was pictured. Vocalized names were for creatures who used sound to try and communicate their mental images; the Creon had no need for vocal names or vocalization.

Red, like most of his brethren stood six feet tall. His massive head was nearly as wide as his shoulders and somewhat vertically oblong. His neck looked like a wide aged tree root, well anchored to his muscular shoulders and at the top forming an arch to suspend his heavy head. Red’s nose and mouth looked like something out of a little green man from space photo, both being made of slits and dots. It was his oval eyes that were most captivating. They were five times the size of his ancestor’s eyes and held large red snake like oval pupils whose inner edge were rimmed in bright gold. He had no eyebrows but between where they would have been was a very slightly shallow indentation with a hint of bluish skin tone, his third eye. The top of his head was hairless but the skin covering his head was ridged all the way back to the nape of his neck where two ridges traveling vertically with his spine dove into his head (this was a cartilaginous covering over the large arteries and veins supplying blood and cooling to his oversized brain. His body, legs and arms were very much humanoid other than for the six multi-jointed toes and fingers on each extremity. Genetic engineering did have advantages over evolution.

Red who was a genetic engineer was known simply by an image of a red dwarf star surrounded by a halo of space time distortion. It was a summoning image that he was very fond of. When communicating with lesser intellects he, however, allowed them to call him “Red” since, for him, hearing was not as frustrating an experience as attempting to vocalize. He could certainly hear, see, sense touch and, in fact, had sensory abilities the many lesser beings could not even imagine. However, he mostly communicated and achieved his daily goals by the use of his many PSI skills. Being called sonically was not something he liked but something he tolerated. He didn’t need to be called at all as he could sense his callers thoughts but it helped them to know he was aware of them when they spoke, if he turned his eyes upon them as they frequently did for each other.

Red’s colleague whose summoning was an image of a hydrogen atom, specialized in environmental physics and space-time-dimensional travel. He too, of course, had a name for the convenience of lesser beings; he allowed them to call him “Hy.”

Hy and Red were members of a civilization descended from the ancient Illuminati. They called themselves the “Creon” for the lesser beings but visualized themselves as the Creator (a black hole) because they had been creators of new lifeforms for thousands of years.

At the moment, Red and Hy were distracted from their work by an image from “newly born star” who accepted the vocal name “Star.” Star was about a twick away and was working nearer the core of Terra. At his station, at the moment, he was viewing most of the Milky Way Galaxy space traffic display screens. The metallic glowing head rest he reclined against helped him interact with the galactic subspace computer mind (the Cosmic Mind) that coordinated and monitored all space travel in his galaxy. His shared image was telling Hy and Red that several spaceships traveling in space-time-dimensional travel were in route to their home world, Terra. It was in fact, most unusual too as precognitive scans of the life forms in the ships clearly showed them to be only at the prime level of intelligence. This was nine levels less than the Creon. They should not have been able to attain this type of travel or even vaguely understand it. These beings were as primitive as the Illuminati were when they began building their new world near the core of Terra. Millennia ago, the Illuminati had experienced an unusual genetic evolutionary leap forward, they had begun to develop telepathy. In addition, they were already far above their brethren in intellect. This had led to them separating themselves from their ancient surface civilization by moving underground to be closer to the geothermal energy of Terra and the black hole at the center of every planet. They had planned and succeeded on using its power to empower their civilization with endless energy. It also enabled them to travel to the stars by FTL technology. They no longer had anything in common with the surface dwellers, who seemed at last cured of their desire to wage wars.

Star continued to share images that made it clear that the three ships in route to Terra were not only traveling in a way primitives should not be able to do but were in addition traveling from a world that was a dimensional harmonic of theirs. In essence, they were coming from a world almost identical to theirs in many ways but, of course, not identical in all and from a time similar to when their ancestors the Illuminati moved underground. This was something only a being like a Spheron of Creon creation could readily accomplish. This was of interest as it might hint at a genetic modification or mutation that was as yet unknown to the Creon. They agreed that these beings were worth studying when they arrived. They would entice them to come to their citadel, Creon, and then examine them like any new species.

Red and Hy agreed that Star’s interruption was worth noting and sent Star an image of soft rain causing the soon landed spaceships to sprout into vines. Star was pleased that they were looking forward to the outgrowth of this coming event.

Red resumed imaging the double helix and its new possible modification as their research work’s previous focus continued. They were close to completing the genetic design for a version of Creon that could live on Aquaris II where ocean pressures were far greater than on Omega-2, many miles under the ocean surface. They were pleased with the new beings expected appearance too, as making the new form parabolic meant less energy expended by the Aqueon in navigating the ocean’s depth. The next phase of design required a sexual response between Aqueons. A response that would trigger a positive evolutionary pattern. Neur joined them instantly as he was, of course, aware of their need for a brain and hormone expert. Neur had recently chosen a retinal ganglion cell image for his summoning and allowed lower life forms to call him “Neur.” The three formed one and began redesigning the helix with instant images of a final birth product for technical review and, of course, to choose from. The coming arrival of the Earth beings was of no significance for now.

………………. to be continued.Feel free to share your thoughts and suggestions by Comments to this text or in private by emailing me at JanrSsor(at)Gmail.com

Janr’s mind, clinging to oblivion, vaguely began to sense that his whole body was caught in a taut muscular arch insisting upon continuation. As the reluctant fog slightly cleared from his mind he realized he was stretching his lower back, cramped from a night of being forced to sleep on the hard unfolded convertible couch. He tried ever so gently to initiate a meditative relaxation, to avoid consciousness, but it was futile. The soft rain of his intentions to sleep made the fertile soil of his mind yield a garden of sprouting questions as to why. Consciousness was about to bloom despite his best efforts. Even with years of meditation experience, its narcotic like balm could still be elusive.

He did not want to awaken, even to daydreams he might control, reality today was just too cold and empty! Childhood had been just around the corner and now he was 70 years old and remembering. This particular remembering was just too painful and confusing. What had happened to his mind years ago? Were his emotional daydreams of pre-adolescence really reborn childhood memories that he had long ago buried to help keep his sanity? He closed his eyes in one last attempt to avoid full consciousness but thoughts that had just broken soil were now tall plants growing and blossoming all around him. His memories of childhood were rapidly filling the landscape and converting the desert plain into what he now recalled looked like the dense Everglades back in the 60’s when he had moved to Miami, Florida. Consciousness was the sunlight illuminating their time-lapse like photographic growth. There was nothing he could do about it.

He wondered, was this experience something that happened to your brain about this time in life, when you were 70 or so years old? Like it or not memories long buried with intention, no matter how strong that intention, would blossom into being or depending on their content crawl from their graves like strangling vines that could not rest in peace.

One such vine like memory engulfed a tree, soon its dendritic crawlers found other trees and quickly they networked to claim a forest. The vines were memories, the reborn but familiar memories of alien thoughts, alien sensations, alien amusement that he sensed as a child. He was just in middle school when it began. He still recalled resenting it! He mentally dug in the soil to unroot them but out came more vines painting pictures of the invasion that other young people did not appear to sense and he wondered why did they not perceive it? Were they blind or where they just lying about their telepathic skills for some reason? Was this knowledge not allowed for children? Would they admit it when he was older?

The vines blossomed and their hypnotic scent took over Janr’s thoughts. Wondering ceased and he was young again. He was walking down the street called Calle Doce De Octubre in Hato Rey, Puerto Rico with the Sun just coming up on his left. Mitsy was tugging excitedly at the 5 foot chain on her body harness as she sought the next blade of grass with a message from another dog. As he looked down the street to his right he could see 12 year old Lecticia Delacruz swinging up and back on the porch swing chair in the front of her home. As he watched her long brown curly hair float in the breeze of her movement, he wished he could be there with her. She had been suddenly friendly to him when Janr came to call on Junior, her brother, to go out and fly kites. She had in fact hung around them and tried to distract Janr from his kite flying. She had snuck up and tickled him, run by and pulled the kite string making it dance and even tossed water at him from her refilled soda bottle. It had made no sense until today. Today as he watched her long legs stretch forward and backward to propel her chair he noted her skirt rise in the breeze and had a funny unfamiliar hunger creep through his body. For some reason he just wanted to be on the chair with her and gently touch those long muscular legs. He was embarrassed by these odd thoughts he had never contemplated before and would not share them; however his privacy would soon be invaded!

As images of his hand gently caressing the sensuous curved muscles of her thighs imagined themselves into being so did another uninvited energy. He had sensed this intrusion before, it was like someone uninvited looking over your shoulder. He was awakening to the annoying sixth sense of being watched in a secretive fashion. He was too young to put it into adult words but he too had been the secret observer himself at times. Janr then recalled such an incident. When watching birds flying overhead, he had wished he could see through dove’s eyes as they soared above the palm trees and then it had happened, he did! He recalled walking Mitsy as he was doing now doing and feeling her wet nose touch the blades of grass. Then the world would burst into a kaleidoscope of dogs of many shapes and forms until Mitsy found the one who had left the message. This thought lead to another reminding him of the night before. He recalled being half asleep under the mosquito netting hanging from his bedposts. His body’s muscles were heavy with oncoming sleep but his mind still alert. It was then he sensed something flittering through his mind with the gentle touch of a butterfly, it was looking at his day’s memories. With fascination, he watched it watching him and he was able to sense its thoughts. It wondered what were the picture images of his days experiences and what sort of anatomical feature could allow such perception? It wondered what his hands were like to use and what they would have sensed if they had touched the other beings body? Then it sensed Janr watching it and it was gone!

Janr told his mom the next morning about his dream. She said, it was a family thing to have odd and creative dreams. She said to just ignore them and they would go away. As Janr ate his Corn Flakes and slices of fresh cut mango, he recalled his mom playing with the Ouija WeeGee Board and somehow he knew it would be a long time if ever before the odd sensations of being watched went away.

Janr had buried these memories with exquisitely complex mental tools, developed over years of effort as he had searched for how to mentally survive this intrusion on his privacy. He had succeeded until this morning.

With the reemergence of his childhood memories, creative concepts to explain the new reality he lived in burst into being as did imaginative solutions to his potential new dilemma. He chose not to worry, after all it did no good, and brushed these thoughts aside. Then he recalled just a few years back lying on his chiropractor’s adjustment table. There was a hot pack on his lower back as he waited the ten minutes for her return. It was then he sensed the old familiar touch of a mental butterfly wing but this time it was different! This time the being asked for permission to view his memories. It was an older man who loved the lady who was Janr’s friend and chiropractor. He sensed Janr’s compassion for his daughter’s current plight and it was this knowledge he was seeking. Janr was sure there was no danger and so he acquiesced, after all this was not an invasion it was a pleading request. The being looked through Janr’s memories of that afternoon with Anne, the chiropractor, and then smiled and thanked Janr, though he had no physical face to smile with.

When Anne returned to complete the treatment, Janr chose to risk sharing his experience with Anne. They had known each other for 20 years and she would know he was not crazy. In addition they were both part of an alternative healing group and were open to new ideas that might lead to healing. After he told her about his psychic experience, Anne told Janr that her father who was also her bookkeeper for many years, had died nearly a year ago to that date. He had died at a time when Anne’s associates had bankrupted her practice, her husband had left her alone to support three children and her home had burned down. He had been concerned for her future and now perhaps he would rest in peace knowing of her rising from the ashes of disaster like the mythological Phoenix.

Janr had slowly learned from these kinds of experiences. He now realized that disembodied travelers could not control a body, as learning to use muscle that was not yours was very complex. They also could not see through eyes that were not theirs. All they could do was look at your memories and wonder, if you let them. He decided to stop fighting off the growing forest of old memories. Seventy years later, he did not feel invaded, he now had mastery of his mind and could invite or deny; he wondered what it would be like to again soar with the Eagles?

What if you were amongst the few who are born truly telepathic, what would your birth experience be like? Would you survive after birth at all and if so for how long? If you did survive what would you see without your eyes and how might that affect who you are and what you do with your remaining life time? In essence, upon achieving consciousness, you would be one with the entire universe finding yourself part of something infinitely large and yet knowing that you were physically small by contrast. It is something that you might ponder if you are predisposed to the lengthy thought process that is the particular disease of creative writers. It is something I lie in bed thinking about at 5:00 am when I would like to be asleep blissfully as you are.

On the other hand what if you were not born telepathic, what would your experience be like? What would it be like in a world of singular aloneness? In your small space your mind would struggle like a sponge to absorb every bit of sensory data possible so you could become one with the terrifying vastness around you. In so doing you would hope to not be frightened by your painful smallness in the now suddenly unaccountably large and unpredictable universe.

Do either of these contrapuntal scenarios exist? It is my contention that they both exist and all the time, at each human parturition. I believe that at each child’s genesis they are infinitely large, and connected cosmically with every other living thing, call it telepathy if you choose. At the same time they are focused on their physical smallness and struggling to incorporate all sensory data possible so that they can make sense of and take control of that which is their new physical environment. It is truly terrifying even without the slap on the ass from the supposedly wise gynecologists. It is terrifying because, since they became sentient, many months ago, their environment has been consistently warm, cozy and full of love and nurture both mental and physical; but, now it has suddenly transformed with the psychological impact of a car crash!

Have you not noticed, as a parent, that children are “sponges” for knowledge? Everything they see and hear becomes part of them, as if they were a movie studio’s camera. They all appear to have total recall (and may infact have this trait). On the other hand, not long after they become able to communicate, in some meaningful manner, we discover that they, at times, play with “imaginary” friends. They do this in our culture, at least until we become concerned. They do this until we tell them that there is no such thing as imaginary friends and that it is time to “grow up” and stop this nonsense.

The sponge like behavior also becomes less and less, for many, as the experience a child possibly absorbs becomes more and more contaminated with doses of bitters and pain. After all, all of existence is a sign wave. There is nothing that does not run like hot and cold that we can perceive, probably because that is all there is to our universe. Our nerves only respond to opposites, change! After you splash into a warm bathtub, in a few minutes, the initial sensation of heat transforms itself, in your perception, to a constant temperature, hardly noticeable. You need change to be conscious. For the neonatal, the fun and security of becoming one with the universe by learning all it has to offer becomes far less joyful with negative experience. Experiences such as those punctuated with the pain of an angry, frustrated parent’s hand slap or that caused by less friendly bacteria trying to eat us from the inside out after spoiled food is consumed. So we don’t really want to remember this pain and we may learn to dissociate from it, since we cannot turn senses on or off at will.

As for being one with the universe by “telepathy,” if we should call it that, it too has its pain. Consider the disturbing confusion of connecting with a being that has no eyes. This being is called a Spheron. This spherical being connects with the universe by sonar like transmissions, much like a bat, but in the radio wave frequency range. It senses its position too by the shifts in gravitational and magnetic fields coming from its planetary home, much like a bird or bees do. It has almost no physical structure because it is mostly energy. It is spherical as that is the natural form that energy takes as it radiates (at least in this quadrant or our universe where the physics we try to comprehend is mostly prevalent). This being does not interact with many of its like others, there is no value. No, in fact its created purpose is like that of honey bees, it gathers information (like pollen) from that thought process and experiences of planets and shares that with other planets much as a bee shares pollen. If you thought that planets are not sentient, just for the moment imagine they might be; it will help with the concepts we are discussing. The Spheron shares that “experience” by warping space and traveling across the universe instantaneously (at least this is how we would describe it). From its perspective, there is no time, no space and no distance. These are the delusions of physical beings like us.

A telepathic connection with this alien mind would be literally Earth shattering. It could be far worse than a trip on LSD! Those with acute telepathy, to maintain their sanity, would quickly withdraw to the comfort of their small, warm, cozy physical space. So perhaps the genesis of that which we call people, derives from the balancing act of sanity trying to maintain its integrity by figuring out how much total recall or total communication makes sense for the environment into which it, the newly created being, has been unceremoniously dumped.

Out of every black sky filled with frightening lightning and torrentuous storms comes the birth of new plant life, the flowers of a sunshine filled morning. Perhaps in a similar manner so do we.

The first thing I can recall was lying in my bed and thinking about the interesting things I could see around me, now that I could turn my head. My happy visitors all shared funny pictures with me and each other and made warm and varied sounds. I liked them, their sounds and their pictures but they made no sense to me, yet. I wanted to understand it so I closed my eyes and experimented with pictures of my new world. After a time when I opened my eyes, I noted that my eyes were growing dim and realized it was happening again. My new world started to fade and vanish as it seemed to do in regular cycles.

When my world had vanished, I started re-creating it by creating a bright dot to fill the darkness and then two dots and then lots more. It was fun and it reminded me that when I looked way back over where the cool air came from, I could see a bunch of bright dots that I did not even have to imagine. In the dark I liked to make lots of dots and stick them together and watch them grow. Then I noticed that they looked like one of the happy visitors! It dawned on me that I could assemble my little dots into almost anything. Maybe everything was made of dots. I tried to copy the now invisible room that was around from time to time. In my head I re-created it all built out of little dots and suddenly it occurred to me; my happy visitors were sharing pictures of rooms I had never seen, all made of little dots all bunched together like mine! I got excited and spent most of the night building little pictures of what they had shared. I built it out of my new erector set of bright lines, rectangles, circles, squares and some that just melted into shapes I could not even now name, all made of dots. Soon something was hurting in the dark and to my cry in the dark, the warm sweet drink thing came and put out the fire. I felt happy and then soon after the room was back.
When the room came back again in this next cycle, all the things in it now were 3d like my erector set. It was a fun game, discovering this new place. When the happy visitors came back and made sounds to each other, I could see the pictures they were painting, many were rooms like mine. It was an exciting new day! Maybe the sounds even had something to do with the pictures because I noticed the same sounds being made when they shared the same pictures! Later I learned the sounds they made were called speech and I learned to make those sounds too.
My next dramatic memory was of when my mom sister and I sat on cushions on the floor in the finished basement play room of our brick home in Brooklyn NY. On the plastic table was teal blue box trimmed with brass edging and held together by a small “C” shaped brass fastener. My mom turned the fastener free of its pin and the box unfolded into a flat surface etched with a faint gray outline of the USA. From a little drawstring bag she emptied odd shaped puzzle pieces onto the surface. She then told my sister to assemble the map. I was just barely two years old as I watched my 4 ½ year old sister assemble a map of the usa’s 50 states upside down, and earn my mom’s applause. A photographic memory was not uncommon in my family (though my mom did not have one, she was gifted with intermittent telepathy which she was oddly not aware of). On that date, I who was far more telepathic than my mom, but just beginning to walk really well, could not begin to do this puzzle trick, to my personal consternation!
I could see the puzzle being put together on the ornate desktop, which was itself unfolded from the puzzle box being opened like a blossoming flower. Because of telepathy, I could see the map being assembled in my sister’s mind, but I could not duplicate it! My mom, seeing me (seeking her applause) struggling with a much smaller puzzle with lots of frustration on my little face, said “Let’s find you something simpler to do that will be fun!” I could sense her emotional disappointment and see the images of my inferiority in her head. Unfortunately my mind was that of a 2 year old and I could not understand that not being able to solve the puzzle was age related (I did not know or understand about age and maturation). I also did not understand that she was disappointed at my frustration and not in me. I should not have been telepathic at that age, it usually started with sexual maturation. Things do go wrong at times.
This experience was the first dent in my ego that I could recall, with lots of effort years later. It was a child’s misunderstanding and the first of many “collisions” with my mom that would alienate me from her forever. With or without telepathy and empathy, a child’s brain cannot understand what an adults can. Telepathy made it more painfully confusing too! All it told me was that she was proud of my sister and not me. I could even see her mental plot to give me some of my favorite dessert to take my mind off the competition! When she gave it to me, I spit it out!
My sister too was telepathic but uncontrollably so. When she had occasional “imaginary” playmates that were not there, it was cute to my parents. As she got older it became something my parents worried about and eventually my sister’s early demise. For me telepathy was kind of like my mom’s experience. It only really happened when I was clearing my mind in concentration or asleep. Otherwise the noise from my 5 senses drowned out any conscious input from the sixth senses ephemeral emanations to my childlike mind. It did nevertheless however have significant effects on my maturation.
When I was 3 or nearly 4, my parents had a “party” for adults who came over and got to sit in the living room, from which we were normally banned. This was the mahogany, leather and soft cushions reserved for special occasions only. Some of the adults brought other children and we were told to go out back to play. This was the first time I realized that children were in some ways, at least to me, insane. They were out of control externally and internally! They hit each other, pulled toys out of each other’s hands and their minds were a flow of emotions with images of self gratification. I could not stand them! I could not stand their thoughts! I came back into the parlour and I begged my mom to let me hang out with the adults, to which she finally conceded. This was much better. I got to talk with and mostly listen to some of the “old” people about the government, the past war’s they remembered and even the president. They did look oddly at me now and then and I could sense their thoughts drift to the question of how a little toddler could converse, even as poorly as I did, on these topics. The answer was beyond me and them at the time, but now, that I am older, I know.
What I thought was my thoughts, was their thoughts (drifting in like smoke signals to my open mind) on any topic they focused on. As a result my occasional comment always affirmed their beliefs and my questions and interest in their opinions and stories of life kept them talking on and on. At least their minds were rational, for the most part, unlike the savage children they had brought to my home. Not only was the conversation interesting, but they would reach into big bowls of hard shelled nuts and crack them for me with hinged silver nut crackers. A worthy reward for my efforts at listening to them attentively.

Then when it was not so busy around me, I had my ghostly friends. You might have called them imaginary playmates, though I did not play with them or know even if they had names. I recall swinging on the swings my dad had hung from the big beam crossing the roof of the garage. It was always fun to swing inside and it was even possible when it rained outside, which gave it a special feeling. I loved the way the world rushed by me forward and backward. I found it fascinating to note how some loud long sounds from the street stretched out as my swing moved in its magical path. I had heard that too as those vehicles with sirens rushed by on occasion. Today as I paid attention to just such a sound, I noted that someone was also listening to the changing sound but using my ears! They were also looking through my eyes at the changing panorama. Then it occurred to me, I could also look at them but not through their eyes or their ears as they had none. I could only look at their thoughts as they got excited about sharing in my experience. I tried to see what they were seeing where they seemed to be but I could not do so as their world was bizarrely unstable when I tried to see it. Years later I would understand that their world was so different from ours that there was nothing in common that I could comprehend from whatever sort of sensory organs they had.

Instead of seeing their world, my mind took their sensory energy impulses and tried to interpret it as my world. That turned out to be confusing to say the least! Image upon image painted itself in a tangled maze that I could only describe as confusion. At my age it was frightening. I quickly stopped trying this approach to knowing them. Then I tried ignoring them, but it was not possible, it seemed. I could tell that they were there even when they tried to not be noticeable. There was this feeling of someone or something looking over my shoulders.

One day, when I was older, I had a curious insight into what was happening when my ghostly visitors came unbidden. My family and I had just returned from a two day weekend vacation in Hode’s Acres, upstate NY. My sister and I had walked through the woods listening to strange animal and insect sounds. We had crossed through rushing streams on slippery rocks covered with green carpets of algae. We had smelled the strong scents of blossoming flowers and the less pleasant smell of hidden death and decay. It was like a trip to another planet considering that we lived on Troy Avenue in the bustling brick and tar town of Brooklyn NY.

My enlightening insight was that the visitors in my head where also on “vacation.” They however left their physical bodies and traveled the universe to see other worlds. They could travel as far as they chose in zero time because without physical form they were not confined to time or space in the usual sense. However, in order to experience the distant world, they had to mentally join with a being whose sensory organs they could learn to use and comprehend. This was, for them, far better than anything Disney World could create! I did not however like them looking through my eyes as I felt naked and exposed. I thought I could understand their reaction and it felt as if they sometimes laughed at me, were revolted my my normal life or in some perverse way stimulated by me. I felt like a freak in a freak show. I began to plan how to end this unwanted connection.

…………………………….. more to come (and possibly the beginnings of a story that needs be told)